A/N: Okaayy...so here goes everything. This is my first Hetalia story, and I'm sorry that there is no historical signifigance. This takes place in modern time, and there is a plethora of parings, and I hope you like it.

If you do happen to like it, then could you please leave a review? Those things really make my day a whole lot nicer :)


"G'night, Mama! G'night, Papa!" Sealand called to his parents. Sweden nodded and kissed the boy on the forehead while Finland shuddered at how much of Sweden's accent was wiping off on Sealand.

"Well, goodnight Sealand, we'll see you in the morning." Finland said as he and his husband left the room. He turned the light off and saw Sealand disappear into the darkness with only his bright eyes visible.

Sealand nested into his covers, jumping up slightly as he realized that one of his pillows was indeed Hana-Tamago. He giggled and fell promptly fell asleep.

. . .

He and Latvia had been on a sailboat just outside of the Sealand boundaries (which do exist by the way).They had just finished a picnic lunch when all of a sudden a flash of lightning broke the sky. It began to rain heavily and both boys tried to paddle the boat to shore, but then, another flash of lightning and both of them were in the water, and-

FLASH!

"Mama! Papa! I saw a ghost!"

Both Finland and Sweden came running in. Hana-Tamago wasbarking like crazy and Sweden went to calm her while Finland tended to Sealand, who was muttering and sputtering on about something.

"Sealand! Sealand, sweetie, calm down and tell me what happened."

Sealand took a deep breath. "Well, Latvia and I,"

"No, we got that part, what happened after that?"

"We fell in the water and, and" Sealand began to breathe more heavily. "And our boat overturned and we both drowned, and then when I woke up I, I" Sealand began sobbing into Finland's fluffy bathrobe. Sweden stroked Sealand's hair, and started mumbling something.

"Th'n what happn'd?"

"Then," hiccup. "Then, there was a bright flash of light," hiccup." and I saw a ghost!"

Sweden and Finland exchanged glances and then looked back down at Sealand.

"A…ghost, sweetie?"

"Uh huh. A really big ugly ghost that looked like Norway's…troll thing."

"Ya mean Thor?"

"Yeah."

Finland looked down at Sealand. "Honey, I don't think you saw a ghost. You probably just saw the moon shine from behind the clouds, and it looked like a ghost."

"No, Mama. This was a ghost."

"Seal'nd." Sweden said gently as he set Hana-Tomago on the ground. "It's late. Your moth'r and I want to go to bed." He picked Sealand up and placed him back into his bed. "Your eyes were playin' tricks on ya. Go to bed, and we'll see you in the morn'n." He kissed Sealand on the head and he and Finland left Sealand's room for the second time that night.

. . .

Finland walked down the stairs the next morning and heard something he really did not want to hear before he had his morning coffee: Denmark's voice.

Sweden came down the stairs a second later and nearly ran into Finland who was perched on the fourth step from the bottom.

Finland saw Sweden and put his index finger to his lips. "Sshh! I think that Denmark's in the house."

"Wh't makes ya think th't?"

"Listen"

"Some damn good cereal these guys have."

Sweden retreated up the stairs and returned a moment later, armed with a blow-dryer.

"Where do you plan on plugging that in?" Finland asked, gesturing to the chord trailing behind them.

"'S got a batt'ry." said Sweden. "I creat'd Ikea, don't ya think I would've planned that out?" he rushed down the stairs as Finland stared at the ground, puzzled, and trying to figure out what in the world Sweden had just said to him.

Denmark sat at the kitchen table; eating a large bowl of what had been revealed as cereal and reading the comics that never really made any sense. He was oblivious to Sweden as the other nation crept over to where he was sitting.

"Denmark," Sweden sighed. "How long have ya been in my house?"

Denmark looked up him, and then to the right, contemplating the question.

"Since about five, but I have good reason!"

Sweden let his blow-dryer release a short bout of hot hair on Denmark's face. "I thought we went through this."

"But I"

"'F Finland and I aren't here or awake, th'n you stay out."

"Yeah, I know but I couldn't stay in my house."

Sweden sighed and Finland appeared from behind the wall. "Why couldn't you stay at your house?" Finland asked. He didn't even sound annoyed by it. Denmark looked him over. He was wearing a fluffy pink bathrobe, had about three curlers in his hair, and if Denmark wasn't mistaken, a man-icure. That guy's estrogen count was up way too high…

Denmark scoffed. "Because, there was a goddamn ghost running around and scaring the living daylights out of me."

"A…ghost?" Finland asked.

"Yeah, big white thing that comes around every Halloween. At first I thought it was Prussia…"

There was a scampering coming from the stairs, and Sweden took joy in seeing how Denmark tensed up at the sound.

"And the ghost…it looked like Norway's big…troll thing." Sealand sputtered.

"Thor, ya mean."

"Sealand! Long time no see, little buddy!" Denmark said, picking up the smaller nation. "So you saw the ghost, too?"

"Yeah, he was big and ugly."

Sweden sighed. "I'm begin'n ta think that both of ya need a seri's real'ty check."

"Shut up, Sweden." Denmark retorted. "The kid saw what the kid saw. And I saw it too, so we're not crazy." He put Sealand down and dramatically put a fist against his heart. "Too many people have been affected by this demon, and I plan to stop it."

"I have quest'n"

"Yes, Sweden."Denmark said.

"Isn't this America's sort of thing?"

"Yes…but he's afraid of ghosts, so…"

"I have anoth'r quest'n."

Denmark sighed. "Yes, and what would that be, Mister Negative?"

"How do ya pl'n on catchin' this 'ghost.'"

"That's a good question. And I have an answer: Me, Prussia, and a roll of duct tape."

"Duct tape?" Finland asked.

Denmark grinned. "Duct tape. Pins the ghost against the wall, so you can then suck it up with a vacuum cleaner"

"G't out of m' house."

. . .

Norway walked up to Iceland's doorbell and rung it.

No answer.

That was strange; Iceland always answered his door, no matter what.

Norway walked around to the back door. He found a window halfway back the house and he peered inside. It was completely dark inside, to start with. The next thing was that the place was a wreck. It looked like Iceland had had another temper tantrum and overturned all of the tables, desks, chairs…

And finally, and strangest of all, Iceland's spear was missing. He hadn't used his spear since the Viking ages, and even then, he never used it.

Over by the gate to the fjords, there was a small trail that looked like it had been recently carved. Norway followed it to the vastness of Iceland. The sun was still barely up, and the valleys and hills made it near impossible to see anything.

After walking for a few minutes, the rising sun's rays caught on something silver. Norway rushed to the spot that was shining and thankfully found Iceland, cold and shivering.

"Iceland!" Norway shouted. Iceland's eyes widened and he covered his ears. Norway rushed over to him and embraced him. "Iceland, you look like you've seen a ghost!"

Iceland looked up at him and looked down again, tears welling in his eyes. He started muttering in Norse, and even Norway couldn't quite understand it. He picked Iceland up and carried him back to his house.

. . .

Iceland was bundled up on his couch, a cup of warm kokomjolk in his hands. Norway had done his best to straighten things up, but it still looked like a whirlwind had come through.

There was a knock at the door. Norway went to answer, and was surprised by who was standing before him, holding a steaming bamboo box of dumplings.

"Hong Kong," Norway said. Iceland just had to have weirdest boyfriend didn't he? "What're you doing here?"

"Iceland sent me a message this morning, said he wanted to see me, so here I am. I brought bao for him."

"Oh! That's…just lovely!" Norway said with feigned enthusiasm. "Iceland's in the other room, you can just go on in." Hong Kong left the room and Norway stared hatefully down at the bao. He did not like those Asians one bit, and the idea of his Iceland associating with them made his blood boil.

Norway walked into the other room (he really didn't want a make-out scene on his hands). He went over to the hearth, and listened as Iceland retold the story of what had happened to him that morning. Hong Kong listened intently, and at the end of the story all he could say was,

"A ghost, huh? You should call this number. Someone gave this flyer on the way here." He handed Iceland the sheet of paper.

"Uh, Norway? You should see this." Iceland handed the piece of paper to his older brother.

"You've got to be kidding me," he said. One the flyer was a picture of Denmark holding a magnifying glass and smiling. Behind him was Prussia, who was holding a vacuum cleaner and a roll of duct tape. At the bottom of the paper was the message, "SEE A GHOST? CALL THE FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD INVESTIGATORS!" The message was blazed across the entire page in bold, red letters.

Norway picked up the phone and called the number at the bottom. It rang three times before someone answered.

"YOU'VE REACHED THE AWESOMELY MANLY PARANORMAL INVESTIGATORS/DENMARK'S HOUSE, YOU'RE ON WITH PRUSSIA!" he shouted across the line, and Norway could hear the metal music wailing in the background.

"Prussia, could you put Denmark on for me?" Norway said, the calm in his voice slowly draining.

"SAY WHAT NOW, BITCH?"

"I SAID PUT DENMARK ON THE PHONE THIS IS AN EMERGENCY!"

"A PARANORMAL ONE?"

"APPARENTLY!"

"WE'LL BE RIGHT OVER!"

The line went dead after that, and Norway just glared at the receiver. After a minute of that, he looked at Iceland, who was looking at Hong Kong with those eyes he used to use on Norway.

Denmark and Prussia arrived about an hour later, and just as the poster had predicted, they were both armed with a roll of duct tape and a Dust Buster. However, they were both dressed in black trench coats, and had a pair of sunglasses on.

"We received a call about a…" Denmark lowered his sunglasses on his nose. "ghost."

Norway glared at them both. "You don't need to put on an act; I've known you all my life."

Prussia came up from behind Denmark. "But I haven't. Wanna relive World War Two's Nazi control?"

Slap!

"Just a freaking question, don't have to get your panties in a bunch…"

"Now," Denmark declared. "Who saw the ghost?"Iceland hesitantly raised his hand. Denmark and Prussia both strode over to him. Denmark took a notepad out of his jacket along with a pen. "Okay, when did you see this spirit?"

"And tell me how on earth you got this as your boyfriend?"

"Prussia!"

"Seriously! Iceland isn't that pretty, he's sickly, and, and, how is it that he can score an Asian and I can't even get independence!"

It was hard to tell who looked more offended. Iceland, Hong Kong, or Norway.

Denmark coughed a few times, mostly to break the awful silence that had come over the room. "Okay, so Prussia and I'll come over later tonight and try to…vanquish this demon. Sound good?"

The rest of them nodded in agreement, and Awesomely Manly Paranormal Investigators left the room.


A/N: Please review and stick with me, I guarrantee that things get better. Just had to get some things established for the plot's sake.